Get pregnant. See heartbeat. Tell everyone. Miscarry. Get angry. Bitter. Bitter. Still bitter. Fertility testing. PCOS. Treatment. Pregnant. Hold breath... hold breath... hold breath... and exhale. Finally a mommy, minus my innocence. I am so lucky. It's not always fun, but it is entertaining... to my readers. Any resemblance to good advice, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Welcome to the dream factory.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

There's a 6 o'clock in the MORNING?

I'm suddenly awake, stuffing my face with cheese and crackers (and grapefruit juice) in the hope that my extreme hunger won't turn into extreme nausea just yet. I'd rather be sleeping, but then again I'd also rather not feel as awful as I did last night.

I was good for about 6 hours yesterday, though, and I think it was because I had steak and eggs for lunch. Mmmm... steak. This could turn out to be an expensive first tri.

In other news, I've been feeling too awful to swing a sledgehammer. I'm passing the torch to my capable little brother. Oh, and hiring people. I have a meeting with a bathroom company this morning. At the NORMAL hour of 10:00.

This is all getting pretty expensive. Looks like Lumpy will be sleeping in a sock drawer this winter.